LFM [@R.Greenhilt: Video]

[greatcleavage]

Good afternoon. My name is Roy Greenhilt.

[Seven words -- no, no, he doesn't have to keep himself to the word limit of a Sending spell with this strange device, even though he's given to understand its transmission functions are most analogous to that spell.]

[Don't mind that brief pause. He's just going to be here acting like he knows what he's doing.]

As many of you are no doubt aware, there are numerous exploratory missions set out to benefit the quarantine and ensure the survival of its people. I am seeking others who would be willing to join a party dedicated to routinely undertaking these missions, as well as various other freelance opportunities that may present themselves. I'm an experienced adventurer and party leader, so I'd like to put those skills to use here for the betterment of the quarantine.

I generally prefer in-person interviews but I recognize we're all a bit busy adjusting to our new circumstances, particularly after the storms that just rolled through and a recent concern about attacks on the quarantine, so I'm willing to be flexible. My own duties aren't to be put aside on a whim either! [Roy offers a grin to the camera which is a little stale, the joke lame enough that it proves he's not quite comfortable with this whole thing.]

Please get in touch with me at your earliest convenience if you're interested in joining.

Comments

[greatcleavage]

[He'll be better once he gets more comfortable with her and understands her personality and boundaries a little better. Until then, respect is his watchword.]

That's a little more accurate. I suppose it's too much to hope that you happened to show up with your bow?

[As near as Roy can tell, people only appear with what they had on their person -- a strong argument in favor of 'never removing his sword' if he'd ever heard one.]

[dust_of_life]

Nope, afraid not.

[The Order crossbows aren't really the fashion statement she wants to make in her community college class. Anyway, they're only allowed out of the compound at night.]

I have a hunting knife, but that's about it.

[Well, also some wooden stakes, but those are a dime a dozen.]

[greatcleavage]

Unfortunate but not unsurprising. [He'd guessed as much, but you know what they say about assuming.]

[Also, Roy can confidently say Fatima has been going to the wrong colleges.]

Hopefully we can requisition something for you, but if we have to rely on melee combat, so be it. It gets me by, anyway.

[dust_of_life]

What's your area of expertise?

[She doesn't meet a lot of non-Cainites who use the word 'melee' these days. It's enough to perk up some caution in the back of her mind. He's probably not a Cainite, but you can never be too careful.]

[greatcleavage]

Single-class fighter, every level, and proud of it. [Plenty of people might look down on him for that choice, but that's all the more reason to make it work and prove its worth.]

[dust_of_life]

[Uh...what?]

I'm sorry I...have no idea what that means.

Could you translate that?

[staystrong]

They just happened to find a superior weapon? What sort of places were you robbing? It's not like you just kill a monster and rip a new sword free of its chest. That's not how things work.

A reward is great and all, but I'm a little gimped if I go into this thing as is. I'm just a kid with a knife and a pistol.

[greatcleavage]

I'm... a fighter? I've never multiclassed? Or taken a prestige class, for that matter.

[This is perfectly clear, as clear as he could think to make it. He's not certain where the disconnect is...]

[dust_of_life]

What's this...class stuff?

[Sorry, dude. Fatima is not following your lexicon at all.

She really ought to start taking notes.]

[greatcleavage]

I had my sword shattered and then reforged with starmetal alloy during the course of the adventures. Elan found a new rapier in the Dungeon of Dorukan, then inherited his mentor's Chaos blade. Belkar got a new dagger from one of our loot troves after we beat back Tarquin's allies. Haley stole a bow from an ex-Thieves' Guild archer who betrayed her.

[Simple enough, right?]

I'm going to admit, and I absolutely do not intend this offensively, that your age is of some concern to me.

[greatcleavage]

[The answer is a while in coming, because Roy has to parse this question something fierce.]

[Is she not in on the whole 'very loose relationship with the fourth wall' thing?]

Uh. Profession? Area of expertise? You know, like cleric, wizard, bard, sorcerer, warlock... aristocrat?

[dust_of_life]

So...you only have one profession?

[Her head is starting to hurt...]

That's...not normal?

[greatcleavage]

Well, that's not necessarily the best way to think of it, but by all rights my profession IS adventuring. I've been doing it for years now -- as was my intention from a very young age.

[dust_of_life]

Adventuring.

That makes one hell of a business card.

[greatcleavage]

I'm starting to get the impression it's somewhat more common on my world than yours.

[Which is funny, because she'd been in such a hurry to sign up he'd believed she knows exactly what he means by it...]

[dust_of_life]

[That's a word she's started hearing a lot lately. "World." And the term "my world" or "your world." There are a lot of implications there. Ones she's not entirely comfortable with.

For now, Fatima decides to just go with it.]

Guess so. Most of the good adventuring where I came from happened a long while back.

[staystrong]

Sorry, but that all sounds like a fantasy to me. Maybe that's the norm around here, I don't know.

[She makes a face.]

My age is a concern to a lot of people when it shouldn't be. I have to make a living here same as everyone else.

[greatcleavage]

I occasionally get the impression that most adventuring exists to clean up the messes the previous generation of adventurers made in the course of cleaning up the messages THEY found. [Certainly Roy's own party would have had a far different path to take if they hadn't gotten tangled up with the Snarl and the Gates...]

Still, if you're willing to get a proper taste of it...

[dust_of_life]

[She laughs a little. He talks just like Liam, complaining about Elders and neonates and any other Cainites who aren't in the Order.

She could get along with this guy. Provided she learns to speak his language, as it were.]

Oh, I'm in.

Just don't ask me what my "class" is.

[greatcleavage]

I agree with that, as unfortunate as it is. My main concern is, and again I don't mean to diminish you by saying this, that you haven't reached your full physical development, which would put you in a disadvantage in any fight.

I'm guessing you didn't have a choice where you came from. [That had better be the answer, in any case, or else he has a whole lot of question for a few responsible parties.]

[greatcleavage]

[Roy is fairly cynical. Most people in his circumstances would be. He does appreciate that it's not a dealbreaker, though.]

Well, surely you're not implying that you have no class...

[He is also capable of a joke here and there, too, though!]

[dust_of_life]

Oh, that's what most of my teachers told me.

[Fatima offers him a wry smile.]

But anyone who's seen my shoes would say otherwise.

[staystrong]

No, I didn't have any choice. So I adapted.

[Her method of fighting zombies up close differed from others, but it could be vastly more effective sometimes.]

hope it's not too late to hop on this: I LOVE OOTS!!

[toolatetochangethename]

[Interview? Goddammit. This is gonna be Baskin Robbins all over again, isn't it?]

Right. I'm Scott. Felon.

[Got that out of the way. He's ready for your judginess! ]

[greatcleavage]

Legitimate authority? [That's his first question. Roy might be Lawful, but that doesn't require acknowledging laws and authorities that simply should not have power.]